Mar 22 2011
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At this point, I’d have to say that what I hate the most about the time change is not being able to put the kittens outside when I get up.
The actual getting up is not the problem. I still wake up before the alarm, only now it’s in pitch darkness instead of semi-light. The pitch darkness lasts until after 7:00, or later when it’s raining/cloudy, which the weather dial seems to be stuck on.
I still let Audrey out around 5:00 (or when I can’t take it anymore), but I don’t feel comfortable about letting the nine month old boys out in the early morning darkness. I figure there may be bobcats and mountain lions who don’t observe Daylight Savings Time. And I hope Audrey is smart and fast enough to avoid them at nearly four years old.
So the boys, having rested up all night, are wide awake and ready to make trouble by the time I get up. Unfortunately Clyde has whatever the opposite of acrophobia is, and is either climbing up the shelves, across the curtain rod, leaping from the bed to the top of the armoire, or, worst of all, jumping onto the shelf above the couch and climbing into the back of my beloved painting.
Last week, I caught him sitting on top of the frame, and had to lure him down with treats.
Now, every morning he keeps trying to jump onto the shelf-threatening painting. I have already, at 6:40, lost track of the number of times I have grabbed him off it or stopped him en route. There is nothing I would like more than to chuck him outside, but the sky remains resolutely dark.
It’s gotten to the point where I’m relieved if he’s climbing the shelves with Dad’s books and perching beside the antique stereopticon.
It’s all relative.